Grace arches her back, whimpering, and there's nothing else right now but him, closed eyes keeping out everything else but pinpoints of light and color and the way his mouth feels on her, the warmth enveloping her. "Jerry," she says, dry-mouthed and breathless, some of the languor leaving her now as she feels herself getting that much closer. If she has to wake up, this is the best possible way to do that.